One Bride for Five Brothers

There's an almost audible pop when he passes that first ring of muscle, and he groans like he's going to come right away. I feel his dick sliding against mine, separated by only a thin membrane inside her. Slowly he inches forward until we’re both balls deep, stuffing her like a Christmas goose.

The sounds she's making aren't even human sounds. She's way past human now, deep in that animal part of her brain, deep in that part we've mapped out, the part that loves to be fucked. And fucked she is, as we time ourselves to stroke in and out of her together. Over and over, tip to root, smoothly rooting and plowing our baby girl, ravaging her in a way nobody else can.

She takes it all, her arms shaking, her forehead damp with perspiration. Her eyes are rolled back and her mouth open, quivering with inhuman syllables. She takes every inch of us until we both explode, dousing her with rivers of cum that overflow and splash back out, mingling on our balls, d

ripping down three sets of thighs to the floor.

Gently we disengage, and I almost feel like I should take her pulse or something. She's making kitten noises, her mouth open, a dazed expression on her face.

“You okay, baby?” I ask her, gently kissing the sweat off her cheeks and brow.

“I'm amazing,” she sighs.

Tom and I look at each other and smile. Amazing, yeah. That she is.

Chapter 16

Vanessa

Charlie hired four additional workers to help with harvest and I have to wonder what they think of us. Me and the guys go up each and every row, filling basket after basket with apples, chatting and laughing and talking like we've known each other our whole lives.

Sometimes Stan will start singing — he has the most beautiful baritone voice — or Hank will start whistling, or I'll start a song. We literally whistle while we work.

It's like a cartoon.

So the days go by so fast, from dawn until dusk. This is the crunch time, they say, when we need to get all the apples off the trees that we can so they can either go to the farm stand, or to the barn for juicing. Their sweetness is peaking right now. We don't want to miss our window.

Actually, the days have been going by so fast that a couple times the guys have almost missed their shifts. We just fall asleep, forgetting to make love, content to cuddle and whisper to each other until exhaustion overtakes us. It’s the sweetest feeling in the world, nestling against one of my guy’s big shoulders, drinking in their musky scent until I'm drunk on it, then drifting swiftly into dreams where they sing to me, love me, and feed me sips of sweet wine.

But I’ve caught the workers giving us puzzled glances when we laugh and flirt. One of them, a college girl named Lorraine, even tried to join in the fun by flirting with Charlie. I banished her immediately to directing traffic through the parking lot by herself, far from the fruit stand. This is not a free-for-all.

This is mine.

I suppose it looks strange to outsiders, but this is absolute heaven to me. They treat me like I'm their queen, fussing over me but never underestimating me. Lavishing me with as much attention as I can stand and then some. I feel like I'm on a high all the time.

When we come to the end of the row, I see Charlie squint toward the house. He gestures to Stan, who stops in mid-verse and chokes off a song.

“What's going on?” Tom asks.

I crane my head to see, dropping a skirt full of apples into the canvas basket that Hank has slung over one shoulder. A figure rounds the corner of the house, and I suck my breath in through my teeth.

“Dad!” I holler, waving over my head.

He waves too and starts jogging toward us, smiling.

The guys all line up behind me, sort of an automatic formation for them. Dad is breathless when he approaches, nodding at each of the guys in greeting.

“Vanessa! There you are!” he says like he always does.

“Here I am!” I answer, throwing my arms around his neck. It's only been a month, but it feels like forever. “I didn't know you were coming! Why didn't you call? I could've made lunch or something!”

“Oh, that's all right,” he shrugs. “We just thought we'd drop by to… talk. You know.”

I squint toward the house. “We? Is mom here too?”

“Yes she sent me back here to look for you. Why don’t we go have a chat?”

I smile up at him, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. Something about him looks off. Awkward.